Captain Gallant wiped the sweat from his brow and grimly set his ship’s phase-guns to ‘kill.’

‘This is it, Fumblebot,’ he muttered to his loveable robot sidekick. Fumblebot replied with a series of whistles and beeps that were unintelligible to anyone else, but Dash Gallant seemed to understand.

‘That’s right, Fumble, old pal,’ he laughed. ‘It looks like we’ll be breaking the Star Corps Prime Instruction again. Still, better to be out here, where you can see your enemies clearly, than back at base, wondering who’s a Zyclon agent and who’s not.’
Just then, three Mhal-Evol’Unt warbirds dropped out of hyperwarp. Dash felt the adrenaline pumping through his body. He tried to breathe deeply, remembering what his mysterious Space-Zen master had taught him. Then, having attained a steely clarity, he was ready.